New beginnings are always a great time! I am constantly in awe of the resoluteness one needs for the closing of the door behind to walk slowly but assuredly away from one’s comfort. And then how soon it can be followed by the exhilaration and anticipation of new worlds to be found in the opening of the doors ahead.
This is where I find myself. Wanting… Maybe even needing… to enter a new unexplored world. Yet I still enjoy and find fulfillment and rest in the world in which I presently reside.
Living simultaneously in two worlds… It can’t last forever… But while it does, I will enjoy the ride.
“Natalie, why don’t you come over this evening. I’ll put some fresh hickory logs on the flames. I think we need to talk.” His kindly spoken words continued to reverberate through my mind the entire work day.
“I think we need to talk.”
“I think we need to talk.”
“No! We don’t need to talk!” I thought. “I like things just the way they are. I don’t want to hear the next set of dreaded words. ‘It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Why can’t life have a pause button? When you find a season in life where life is good… just press pause.”
I boldly stepped to his door. Smiling at his security cameras as I firmly pressed the call buzzer.
There was a vile rumbling beginning to be birthed in the pit of my stomach. The rest of my body was quaking in nervous trepidation.
“Hi, Alfred. It’s me.”
The door slowly opened. I was confused. The room was filled, foyer to fireplace, with roses from every color of the palette.
Alfred was handsomely dressed in a tuxedo. Suddenly, I saw him on one knee.
“Oh, my?????” I remembered saying.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.
The six-year-olds gazed high atop the old stone barn. Bedtime stories of Merlin… Arthur… and dragons… filled their heads.
“Grandpa Amlodd smithied the copper dragon to protect our farms. Now look at him.”
“The copper dragon has to be freed.”
Racing to the farmhouse, the boys quickly did what they did at school. They googled.
“Ketchup!” They explained at the same time.
Armed with two ketchup bottles in one hand and the extension ladder from the gardening shed penned under their opposing pits, the boys set off the release Grandpa Amlodd’s dragon.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: Using the given prompt, create a 99 word flash fiction story. January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.
FInding the time to funnel all these desires into a 24-hour day can be difficult!
Written for The Daily Post: Funnel. I have been having problems finding something of meaning to create an answer for the prompts this year. So I decided to strengthen and tighten my focus. My chosen topics are as follows: (Monday) Teaching and Life; (Tuesday) Hobbies: Archaeology and Astronomy; (Wednesday) Fitness; (Thursday) Chores; (Friday) Writing; (Saturday) Hobbies: Music and Photography; and (Sunday) Hobbies: Gardening and Birdwatching.